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@ailos-lightsworn, @linedari

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Welp, I finally reached 10k followers! Wow. I am so grateful!! I’ve been planning on doing a big art give away for quite some time now, so I am excited to do this! Here is what I am offering:

1st Place: Hi-res 11x17 inch full-color picture with a minor-ish background, single character. It’s fullbody but some body parts may not show in favor of the composition. ONE winner will be chosen.

2nd Place: A small colored single fullbody, OR a sketch of some sort of scene happening, up to 2 characters. The latter will most likely have monochrome flats with some shading. TWO winners will be chosen.

3rd Place: Thigh-up sketch of a single character, with flats. TWO winners will be chosen.

RULES!

You don’t have to be a follower, although a follow would be appreciated!

Only reblogs count. You can reblog as many times as you like. (also please don’t tag as giveaway, I guess tumblr has issues with that)

Give away blogs do not count.

I will draw OCs and canon characters! Any gender, species, and body type! I will also draw monsters/body horror, anthro, mecha/robots and uhhhh yeah I’ll draw just about anything

You MUST have at least one already-drawn reference (or a screenshot) of your character for this. even if it’s a messy sketch, it will do!

I will NOT draw NSFW or fetishy stuff. This blog is SFW, and so is the give away.

Please keep your ask box or messages open so I can message you if you win! If your ask box is not open at the time I announce winners, I will pick someone else.

If a winner does not respond to me within 48 hours, I will pick someone else.

Winners will be selected by a random generator.

The give away ends on September 15th, 2017! I will announce the winners within the week.

If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask me. Thank you guys so much and good luck!

[linedari]

Can't help myself. Ask me things with anon on or off!

50 oddly specific headcanon asks.

Send me a number! (some slightly nsfw) || specify muse if needed

How does your muse feel about seafood?

What is their favorite piece of technology?

When did they lose their virginity?

Was their anything their parents pushed them to do? (e.g. sports, theatre, band)

Describe your muse’s worst nightmare.

What is a deal-breaker when it comes to dating someone?

What was the most embarrassing moment in your muse’s life?

What keeps your muse up at night?

What chronic illnesses does your muse have, if any?

Does your muse get carsick?

Does your muse wear glasses/contacts?

What are some warning signs that your muse is getting depressed? 

What is your muse’s favorite candy?

Does your muse have a “victory song” and if so, what is it?

Who do they tend to bicker with the most?

Has your muse ever been hospitalized or institutionalized? 

Does your muse pray, whether it be to a god or some other force?

Has your muse ever lived in poverty?

Do they have any distinct voice mannerisms? (e.g. saying ‘like’ or ‘um’ a lot, stutters) 

Where are your muse’s ancestors from? Do they keep any of their traditions?

When did your muse learn about sex?

What is your muse most thankful for?

What shoe size is your muse?

Does your muse hate their middle name? \ What is it?

How many hours a day do they spend on the internet/watching TV?

Does your muse have any trophies?

If your muse was given the opportunity to go sky diving, would they?

What is the most common lie your muse tells themselves?

Has your muse ever had a pet? If so, what type?

Who was your muse’s first kiss?

What is your muse’s first memory?

How does your muse feel about crocs?

What are your muse’s biggest pet peeves?

What was your muse’s happiest birthday?

Does your muse cross their legs/ankles when they sit?

What simple task is your muse surprisingly bad at?

Did your muse ever own a Tamagatchi?

What was your muses’s first job?

Does your muse usually go for truth or dare?

Has your muse ever been to a concert?

What is your muse’s favorite holiday?

Does your muse reply to scary chain emails/messages?

Describe the first person your muse remembers losing.

Would your muse ever roleplay?

What is your muse’s Hogwarts house?

What is your muse’s first thought upon waking up?

Name a song your muse can sing every word to. 

Who would your muse sacrifice themselves for, if anybody?

How long is your muse’s penis? || What bra size is your muse?

If your muse could rid the world of one thing, what would it be?

[linedari]

Linedari Darkshadow

the basics ––– –

NAME: "Linedari Darkshadow” - Born: Orianna Va’Rella 

AGE: Young Adult (22 human years)

BIRTHDAY: October 29th

RACE: Sin’dorei

GENDER: Female

SEXUALITY: Straight

MARITAL STATUS: Married

physical appearance ––– –

HAIR: Natural Blonde - Currently Platinum Blonde

EYES: Sapphire Blue

HEIGHT: 5'2″

BUILD: Thin and curvy

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Scorpion tattoo on underside of left wrist with its tail curling around her wrist and ending at the top of her hand. Scar from the base of her neck to the small of her back, though a tattoo of angel wings covers the scar.

COMMON ACCESSORIES: Braids in her hair, sometimes adorned with what looks like trinkets from Trolls or Goblins. Numerous bags along her belt, each filled with different items.

personal ––– –

PROFESSION: Keeper of Secrets, Co-Leader of Nocturnum Nevermore, Captain of the Sanguine Fleet

HOBBIES: Mischief, Engineering, Sailing

LANGUAGES: Thalassian, Eredun, Common, Goblin

RESIDENCE: Between Eversong and Howling Fjord

BIRTHPLACE: Undisclosed

RELIGION: None

PATRON DEITY: None

FEARS: Silence.

relationships ––– -

SPOUSE: Satrethan Darkshadow

Children: Saeralin Darkshadow (Adopted)

PARENTS: Deceased

SIBLINGS: Zeiyra Va’Rella

OTHER RELATIVES: None

ACQUAINTANCES/FRIENDS:  Far too many to include here. Many, many people. It’s part of her job to know people!

traits ––– -

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between. (Note: empathetic =/= sympathetic) ;)

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between.

loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between.

additional information ––– –

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

[linedari]

[linedari]

“Never underestimate a woman who lives in Shadows.”

[linedari]

Send me one "Dear---" and I'll write a letter to this person

Dear person I hate,

Dear person I like,

Dear ex boyfriend,

Dear ex girlfriend,

Dear ex bestfriend,

Dear bestfriend,

Dear *anyone*,

Dear Santa,

Dear mom,

Dear dad,

Dear future me,

Dear past me,

Dear person I’m jealous of,

Dear person I had a crush on,

Dear girlfriend,

Dear boyfriend,

[linedari]

From the Shadows Rise...

Linedari turned the communicator over in her hand, eyeing it carefully as she sat leaned up against the tree behind her. It was the communicator that had been given to her at the Clandestine meeting that she had attended not too long ago, the same one that she had tried to give back. She didn't agree with the way things had changed while her and Satrethan had been gone, and she hadn't stepped foot on Erudition since she'd walked out of the meeting. Things had become... Segregated and where once she thought of them as family... She was beginning to see just how far those ties went. Distrust was evident in their words, not just against her, but against others. It had raised red fags, flags that she hadn't noticed before when she'd been distracted by everything that had been right in front of her. Something was off with them, and as they always said... Curiosity killed the cat... But satisfaction brought it back.

She set the communicator down in the grass beside her, laying it next to another communicator that had already been placed next to her. Grabbing her bag from her other side, she pulled it to her, opening the bag and pulling out a heavy, thick envelope that was still sealed with a wax emblem. Lin ran her fingers over the raised, black wax, tracing the elegant 'O' that the wax formed. A smirk tugged at her lips as fingers dove under the seal and she popped it open, lifting the flap of the envelope and pulling out the small stack of parchments. Eyes immediately settled on the handwritten note that was presented to her at the top of the stack.

My Little Shadow;

Too long has it been now that I have see the motivation and the drive in your eyes. I was afraid of what would be lost when you became an Ebon, but now I have seen with my own eyes when you came to me that death suits you, as if the final pieces to your puzzle have finally fallen into place. You are no longer that scared, moronic child that I took in so many years ago from Auger's Row. You have flourished, despite everything you have been trialed with. Every obstacle has been mastered by you, and I am proud of the person you have become.

But now, you are posed with a choice. You and your husband have spoken of your choices, and you came to me for guidance. I ignored you only because I could see it in your eyes what you wanted to do, you just didn't realize it yet. I trained you for this, Linedari. All of those years of training and brutalizing your skills has been for this very moment. You were always meant to be my successor, the one to take the torch when I was ready to pass it. I should have known that you would come for it whether I was ready or not.

That is why I have decided to help you and Satrethan. If anyone can handle this decision, it is the two of you... Together. Though I refuse to pass on my torch to you, I have enclosed everything that you need to prepare and light your own. Shadows keep you, Little Shadow... Even in death, shadows can prevail.

- Olaris

Lin's brows knit as she read the letter, then finally, she tore away the note from the top of the parchments and began to flip through the first few pages. Everything was there... Signed, dated and approved. Her and Satrethan's names were scrawled perfectly on the pages, and there, in that elegant curl of letters, were two words...

“Nocturnum Nevermore...”

The smile curled the corners of Lin's lips as the looked at the finished charter and all of the papers needed to start their next chapter. Their time with the Scions was officially at an end... Her and Satrethan's only worry now was building up their own organization and watching it flourish...

Lin's ears twitched as she heard a noise, voices, coming from the main communicator on the ground. Her smile faded as she watched it for a moment. Slowly, she reached down and ran her armored fingers over the communicator before suddenly she grabbed a dagger from her belt and slammed the blade down through the communicator and into the ground. She watched it spark and fizzle before ultimately dying. The other communicator soon met the same fate before slowly, Lin pushed herself up off of the ground and kicked the broken, mangled communicators into the bushes around her.

Raising her right hand, Lin pressed her fingers to her ear, speaking softly as she turned from the tree and walked the short way to the Keep in Northrend. “Look to the horizon, my love... Change is here. I have the papers. I'm on my way back now.”

[linedari]

“Look to the Horizon, for change is coming..”

[linedari]

A very VERY Happy Birthday to the sweetest girl out there! I haven’t known you long, but I can’t think of a better woman to share a birthday with! @aranyaphoenix

Happy Birthday to fellow Birthday Girl @linedari!

[linedari]

The Death of Shadows...

“One... Two...” The first two numbers came easily, the breath a slow exhale as her body relaxed, naked, on the cold stone beneath her. She could feel it against the warmth of her flesh, the way that it chilled her to the core... A chill that reached her soul. It was strange, being able to think that way about herself again. There was something... Haunting about the thought of her soul no longer being around Satrethan's wrist and being back where it began. She couldn't remember the last time that her soul was in its proper place.

Lin's eyes were open, staring upwards to the ceiling. It was a struggle for her to focus upwards. So badly did she want to run to Satrethan... To hug him... Kiss him... Allow him to feel the warmth of her body and soul one last time. But she knew teasing him with something so beautiful to him would not be fair for him. This entire thing wasn't easy for him, the thought of this happening to the woman that he loved. Even though they hadn't spoken about it, Lin knew that there was a chance this wouldn't work. She knew that if she didn't -want- to come back, that she wouldn't. This wasn't the way this kind of thing was normally done. This was... Different. A mortal was never supposed to want this. “Three... Four”

Her ears twitched, not just from the sound of metal sliding from its sheath beside her. She was thankful that Satrethan had told Lledwyn to do this part... She didn't know if she could handle that being her final sight... She didn't want her last memory of him to be this. As much trouble she caused Lledwyn... As much as she teased him and bickered with him.. She had grown fond of the man. It was a man she could trust, because she knew that he couldn't trust himself. She saw the storm behind his gaze, and over time she had come to look at him as a Brother... Someone she knew if she needed... She could go to him. She was still surprised that he had agreed to this... The unconventional notions of a woman that everyone knew as completely out of her mind. But here they were... Ready... Waiting.

But the calmness in her was waning, and it forced her to close her eyes. She knew that those wards were trembling around her mind. They had waited too long. They were too strong. They wanted her mind. They wanted her soul. She could feel them clawing at her mind, trying to escape the prison that had been placed around them. Each claw... Each dig of their shadowed nails against the wards caused her soul to tremble in fear... A soul that people had fought to keep pure. A soul untouched by the corruption and chaos of her mind. A soul that never tasted the rains of her storm.

“F-Five... Six...”

“There is no escape... Not in this Life... Not in the next...”

It was the first whisper to seep through the cracks of the wards. That first, aching whisper, clear and unhindered by the other whispers that usually accompanied it. This one was as clear to her as the cold stone beneath her was. It was as real as Lledwyn beside her, kneeling, was. It made her shiver, from the inside out. She couldn't help herself from taking in a deep breath and holding it in her lungs, until she felt them burn and ache. She shut her eyes even tighter, as tightly as they could go, trying to block out the visions that she knew would come with the whisper. They had a habit that she had learned... A habit of making her think she saw things that weren't really there. Like when they made her believe that she killed Satrethan...

“Trust is your weakness... Hope is an illusion... All that you know will fade... You will be alone in the end...”

A feeling was washing over her... A feeling that she hadn't felt in years. Fear. Pure, lasting fear. Perhaps it was from her soul... Or perhaps it was from the trembling of the wards, their cracking becoming an audible crackling in her mind. Whatever it was, it was taking hold of her, and her arms at her sides began to tense, the woman's fingertip beginning to claw at the ground at her sides. The whispers were intensifying with every second and became so deafening, she couldn't even hear the sound of her own deep, barely controlled breaths.

“Keeper of Lies... Mistress of Shadows... Our Little Dove... You can not leave us. You can not forsake us so easily. We are a part of you... Who would you be without us, hm? What will you do when you do not return from the Shadowlands? We will pluck you from the fields of death and bring you to us. You will never be free from our gift. You accepted it, after all.”

Teeth grit as the muscles in her face twitched slightly. “Please... Just kill me...”

“Seven... Eight...” The wards shattered at her own voice in her mind, the forces exploding outwards and swallowing her mind. It caused her to gasp out, her eyes springing open as she felt the corruption rage through her mind, her blood crawling and boiling in her entire body as the corruption pumped through her veins and clawed for her soul. Her body jerked with the gasp, a loud, frightened scream coming from her lips.  But as soon as the scream began... It ended. Just as the twisted chaos reached to her soul, it froze. Everything stood still. She saw the ceiling... And Lledwyn's focused gaze above her. She didn't feel the dagger through her heart.. The Ebon had sank the blade so suddenly and at such a precise time... That by the time her body registered what happened... It was too late. As her life's blood spilled from her chest freely, her body went from its rigid, frightened state to nothing. Every limb fell relaxed to the stone beneath her, and with a final breath, the rogue that had grown to become... Was no more.

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It was a strange feeling.. That of nothingness. The emptiness... The loneliness... A soul was not meant to linger in such a place of darkness. It saw things... Felt things... Things that should not have been. From birth, she'd been touched. Still born, a baby with no life of its own, its being already lost to the Shadowlands before even a breath was taken. It did things to a soul... And to a mind. Saving her as a babe had only damned her in life. She'd heard her first whispers from the Shadowlands before she even knew how to speak a word of her own. She was touched with death, a constant shadow looming around her, whispering to her... Trying to lure her back. And through life... With every day that passed and every whisper heard... With every death.. She lost a little more of herself...

That was why when the ritual to bring her back to life the last time was cast.. She was not herself. Her mind had found something in the blood, and clung to it, making it her own. The Old Ones were comforting to her for many years... Protecting her... Keeping the shadows at bay. They made her who she was... That was why, just before coming to the Scions... She had accepted their gift. They promised to make the corruption slow, and that their gift would give her everything she ever wanted... Little were they prepared for... Everything she truly wanted... She learned was in death.

It was strange at first. She knew that the floor should have been cold beneath her... But all she felt was that there was a floor. She had to move the fingers of her left hand just to be sure. Slowly, she willed her fingers to twitch then slide over the engraved skull stones of the ground that she was on. It was the same floor that she had been laying on before... Of that she was sure of. Her left palm pressed to the ground, feeling it fully, urging the chill to reach her.. But even though there was stone... There was no chill. She could hear them talking around her, the familiar voices of Satrethan and Lledwyn. They were there... With her. The footsteps drew close then, and slowly, she pushed herself up from her prone position on the floor, sitting up.

Left hand rose and her fingertips touched her chest, just above her heart. Slowly, her fingers moved over the blood and her head tilted downwards. Topaz blue orbs opened as she pulled her fingers away from her chest and looked at the blood that coated her fingers. She had to run her thumb over her blood just to make sure that she wasn't dreaming... There was no crawl to her blood... No shadowy tendrils of the corruption that she was so used to. Her head slowly turned as she looked to Lledwyn and Satrethan, who had come to lay armor near her. Her eyes moved between the two of them, and she tried desperately to listen to them try to explain to her how to heal her wound in her chest... But she just couldn't... She tried to urge her blood to form in the wound and clot it... But all she felt was her blood move through her veins, the mixture of shadow and blood magics now at her bidding will.

“It is... So quiet...” Her own voice was foreign to her. That childlike, accented voice she'd used for years no longer a care to her. Hiding that slight hint of formality was no longer a necessity. But she did not linger on the sound of her own voice for long... Because again she was caught by the silence of her own mind. The familiar, hushed whispers from the Shadowlands was there, far in the back of her mind, barely audible... But the normal sound of rushing waterfalls of voices was... Silent. She looked back to Lledwyn and Satrethan and as her eyes finally focused on Satrethan's hand and the fog began to lift from her mind... Her blood began to rush and move, collecting itself in her wound and clotting it, healing it slowly... She had a lot of practice ahead of her... But for now, there was only one thing that crossed her mind...

“So this... This is what it feels like... To finally be free...”

@lledwynlomeriel

[linedari]

Thank you, everyone who was there! You guys made everything amazing! <3

Linedari and Satrethan’s wedding! Fun times! (And I caught the fucking bouquet because Dom pushed me into it you are all conspiring on me admit it!!!)

[linedari]

It’s TMI Tuesday! Ask my muse anything you want and they’ll have to answer honestly.

[linedari]

Linedari looks down at the copy of the book that she’d received, her eyes on the note that had been attached to it. A single brow was raised as she sat there at her table in the Keep, staring. “How bad could it be...?” She asked herself, setting the note on the table before cracking open the early wedding present. Lin’s features were calm at first, and after a few words her brows began to knit tightly together. By the second paragraph, her lips began to purse and her nose crinkled. “Fair... Maiden of...” That was it... Right there... The snort escaped her and Lin began to laugh loudly, her entire body flailing about as she fell to the side, off of the chair, and on to the floor. She was on her back, holding her arms straight out in front of her, book open wide. “Would you allow me to do you the honors?” She repeated in the most husky of voices she could manage, possibly even making a little fun of grumpy Fiori voice. The giggles and howls from the small rogue were loud enough to wake the dead, and for all intensive purposes, in a Keep of a Death Knight... There were plenty of dead things around to disturb! But any weird looks or questioning raises of eyebrows didn’t stop Lin from reading the book she’d received, from cover to cover, while rolling around laughing on the floor. There was something about now knowing how she’s put a hole in Fiori’s hand that made this just so much... Funnier.

“You get it!?” She howled as she looked back at an Ebon Guard that had stopped to check on her. “You get it right?! Cause I -fucked- her with my dagger!?” Lin began kicking her legs in complete hysterics over the book now, clutching it to her chest as the Ebon Guard quickly excused himself. The entire staff already thought the lady of the keep to be complete insane... This was surprisingly normal for her. But Lin needed to keep herself entertained somehow... And this had done -just- the trick. Unfortunately for Satrethan... He’d have to sit through a live reading of the book... Complete with grumpy ‘Biori’ voices and all!

@thebuildingcacophony

The Holy Touch (Writing Excerpt)

by JK Pounding

Biori couldn’t believe her eyes. In all her years in combative fighting had she ever met a dashing rogue as fierce as the one before her. The devilish red haired vixen was dis-taught and Biori couldn’t help but feel her heart feel as flame kissed as the Rogue’s tresses.

Sinedari blinked at watching the Paladin approach her, the light upon her fingers igniting something within her as the passions that plagued her mind. One of Shadow born and light born couldn’t mix! It was unnatural but the way her concerned eyes followed her and made her feel naked. Sinedari couldn’t tell if she wanted to sneak away or beat her lips into the paladin’s. It was a vexing situation that caused the woman to bite her lips in frustration.

“I noticed you were unwell, fair maiden of the night. My touch has been known to soothe many. Would you allow me to do you the honors?” Biori couldn’t help but huskily answer the woman.

Scarlet hues matched on Sinedari’s face with Biori’s bold reproach. “Please approach with caution because I am known to bite.”

“I am not afraid of a little battle.” Biori scoffed to Sinedari’s impassioned delight.

@linedari  ( @scions-of-antiquity, @roewyn, @aranyaphoenix, @theron-darksunder (get advance copies as well) 

((There is a note attached personally to the copy that Linedari gets: Early Wedding present) ~JK